remember anyone by that name."

"What about Jaba Woo?"

Again the Rigelian shook his head. His three eyes peered intently at Manning. "Both of them Algolians?" he asked.

Manning nodded.

"I don't know them," Dzanku said, "but if it means anything you can be sure they know each other. All Algolians have a very close relationship."

They talked some more and Manning had the distinct impression that the Rigelian was leveling with him. He had an impulse to warn him that the police would soon be after him, but suppressed it.

After leaving Dzanku, Manning found another public visibooth. He asked the operator to locate the ship Trigger Happy. It took about five minutes, but finally the voice of Mickey Hatchet answered. The screen, however, remained blank.

"This is Draco," Manning said. "Why aren't you using video?"

"Can't," came the cryptic answer. "That would get me in real trouble."

"What about that ship you were tailing?" Manning asked.

"Better not report on this hook-up," Mickey Hatchet said grimly. "Come to my ship and I'll fill you in."

"Where are you?"

"Six-two over three-zero at forty thousand feet."

Muttering his opinion of the Universe's last private eye, Manning left the booth. He picked up Angus McBlla and back they went to the spaceport. Ordering Angus to wait, Manning went up in his own ship. He soon found Mickey Hatchet's ship. He edged in next to it, switched on the grappling magnet, and a few minutes later was stepping through the hatch of the other ship.

Then he found out why Mickey Hatchet had refused to use video. He wasn't alone. There was a lush-looking red-headed Terran girl with him. Manning had no trouble appreciating her best points for she wore no clothing at all.

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